Melek-Taus - Vampire

Bless our weapons

With cruel majesty

Ignite our spirits

In barbaric ecstasy

Fill our song

With poetry of dread

Sparks of splendour emanating

From the highest godhead

Inspire our breasts

With records of the brave

Lift our flesh

Beyond the darkness of the grave

To every soul asleep

Underneath Sinjari pines

Rise out of the gloom

Of the desecrated shrines

We call upon the bird of prayer

The angel with scythes for wings

Creator, idol, and slayer

Eater of saints and kings

Shaitanic rebel principle

Looming in the sky

Righteous and invincible

Hear our battle cry

We are daughters of the desert night

Sirens of the sand

Raven-haired amazons

Of the untamed land

Abandon be our victory

Beauty our decoy

The angels of Melek-Taus

Are ready to destroy

We call upon the bird of prayer

The angel with scythes for wings

Creator, idol, and slayer

Eater of saints and kings

We call upon the bird of prayer

The angel with scythes for wings

Creator, idol, and slayer

Eater of saints and kings